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I’ve not been updating much recently because I’ve been going through what I like to call “a meh patch”. I’d like to say what exactly caused it, but I’m not too sure, so I’ll just rant for a while. Brace yourselves.
I’ve lost the will to leave the house. Normally, when I want to do go something, I’m stopped by my laziness. This laziness is sometimes very easy to overcome, sometimes it takes a while and some determination, but in most cases I manage to get my act together and just bloody leave. Recently, I just don’t want to leave the house. I keep telling myself that it’s a waste of time and life to just sit around drawing, or writing, or watching films, but while that normally works, now I just don’t care. The result is that I’ve noticed my neurosis creeping back, slowly, but surely; as if it remembered that last time I stayed inside for a week it was mid-2007 and I was going through a massive nervous breakdown.
I did, however, leave the house on Thursday, to see a PRR gig. Okay, so PRR were just supporting, but I went to see them anyway. I had a bout of neurosis on the train, but once I was out in King’s Cross, things got better. PRR were good, although Jon still can’t sing, and you still sometimes get the impression they don’t really know how to play their instruments, but compared to the utter tragedy of them back in 2007, things are looking up ;)
Lastly, I’ve not been properly annoyed by my love-life (or rather the horrible mess that once resembled a love-life) for a couple of months. In the last few days, all I can see is people coupling up and being all cuddly and all, and it’s beginning to really get to me. In moments like this I always ask myself what the fuck is wrong with me, or what am I doing wrong. In before: sitting in the house for a week; if that was the case, I’d had been mightily successful in the male departament before the meh descended upon me.
Meh.
